tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24241027005793411892015-03-03T11:49:42.426+08:00SAYA IN UNDERWORLDAbandon all SLEEP ye who enter here - Bizarre and dark tales from JAPAN.
Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.comBlogger324125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-24975985850573279132014-10-31T19:07:00.000+08:002014-11-02T06:35:41.827+08:00How to Go to Another World by Using Closet<span style="color: orange;"><b>Hi, everyone! Happy Halloween! :D</b></span><br /><br />〔How to Go to Another World by Using Closet〕<span style="color: red;">*1</span><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;"><b>What to Prepare:</b></span><br /><ul><li>A piece of paper with your name on it</li><li>Two cups: one filled with water to the 7th of its capacity, and the other empty</li><li>A cardboard box large enough for one person to sit in and still have a bit of extra space</li></ul><br /><span style="color: yellow;">Note:</span><br /><ul><li>The material of the paper can be anything, but its size should be small enough to fit inside the cup.</li><li>Use a brush pen<span style="color: red;">*2</span> when you write your name.</li><li>The cups should be the ones you always use; prepare two cups of the same kind. It's best if they are made of glass.</li></ul><br />After you've finished all the preparation, get inside the closet and pull the cardboard box over your body.<br />Make sure the closet doors are shut tight so no light can penetrate inside.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Below is what you should do while inside the cardboard box:</b></span><br /><ol><li>Put the paper with your name on it in the water-filled cup.</li><li>Close your eyes, and count up to the number that is a square of your age, in time with your heartbeat (e.g. If you're twelve count 144, if twenty-two count 484 and so on.). </li><li>When finished counting, open your eyes, and transfer the water and the soaked paper to the other cup.</li></ol><br />Now step out of the closet -&nbsp; <i>and you will know</i>.<br /><br /><span style="color: yellow;"><b>Caution:</b></span><br />Take an extra care NOT to crack or lose those two cups.<br /><br />----------------------------------------<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0jOMSwAzGuM/VFNToqOSBBI/AAAAAAAABWw/ajbxorlBnSY/s1600/oshiire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0jOMSwAzGuM/VFNToqOSBBI/AAAAAAAABWw/ajbxorlBnSY/s1600/oshiire.jpg" height="150" width="200" /></a><span style="color: red;">*1 </span><i>Closet</i> - In Japan, we have two names for closet: one is <i>kurozetto</i> (クローゼット) which is a transliterated form of the English word closet, and the other <i><a href="http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E6%8A%BC%E5%85%A5%E3%82%8C">oshi ire</a></i> (押入れ).&nbsp; The former conjures up a more modern western-style closet, while the latter refers to a type of built-in closet in a traditional Japanese home. <i>Pictured right</i>: a typical example of<i> oshi ire</i>.&nbsp; <br /><br /><span style="color: red;">*2</span> <i>Brush pen</i> - called<i> fudepen</i> in Japanese (<a href="http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E7%AD%86%E3%83%9A%E3%83%B3">Wikipedia</a>). They're talking about <a href="http://www.jetpens.com/Brush-Pens/ct/221">these kind of stuff</a>.<br /><br />Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-2001312457160764962014-10-19T08:56:00.000+08:002014-10-20T18:25:56.737+08:00The Meadow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: red;">This story has been translated from Japanese into English by Saya.</span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4-2kSTevkM/U02O7kuT4FI/AAAAAAAABH4/-wwmx2KHg2E/s1600/%E8%8D%89%E5%8E%9F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4-2kSTevkM/U02O7kuT4FI/AAAAAAAABH4/-wwmx2KHg2E/s1600/%E8%8D%89%E5%8E%9F.jpg" height="150" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.mapple.net/photos/H0000040727.htm">source</a></td></tr></tbody></table>This is not a scary story... but I want to share it with you.<br /><br />It happened when I was about 7 years old.<br />When I was a child, I often had strange experiences.<br /><br />The&nbsp;town in which I lived&nbsp;was called&nbsp;<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shioiri_Station_%28Kanagawa%29">Shio-iri</a>, in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yokosuka,_Kanagawa">Yokosuka City</a>.<br />It is the place with the one long slope. <span style="color: red;">*1</span><br />On that particular day,&nbsp;we were playing hide-and-seek.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-roSkI6iAx88/U02RoOJCJQI/AAAAAAAABIE/TzH8ZzoiSrk/s1600/%E9%81%85%E5%88%BB%E5%9D%82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-roSkI6iAx88/U02RoOJCJQI/AAAAAAAABIE/TzH8ZzoiSrk/s1600/%E9%81%85%E5%88%BB%E5%9D%82.jpg" height="150" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chikoku-saka (<a href="http://www.panoramio.com/photo/36650566">source</a>)</td></tr></tbody></table>I had a hard time finding a good place to hide, but in the end decided to hide behind my friend's house.<br />The moment I ran to the back of the house, the scenery changed in an instant.<br />Before I knew, I was standing in the middle of a large meadow.<br /><br /><i>Where am I....?</i><br /><br />I was stunned and at a loss about what to do. Then I saw ahead of me one flower rising from the ground, and also a little vase beside it.<br /><br />Without thinking, I picked up the flower and put it inside the vase.<br />Soon, I spotted a small hill not far away, so I picked up the vase with the flower and walked towards it.<br /><br />Then, young as I was, a sudden understanding dawned on me<i> - that this hill was someone's tomb</i>.<br />I put down the vase with the flower, closed my eyes and prayed.&nbsp; (It wasn't like a proper form of prayer. I just closed my eyes and pressed my palms together...lol)<br /><br />Next moment I was back behind my friend's house again.<br />I was so startled that I was just sitting there in a stupor when I heard my friend shout,<br />"I found you, Ai chan!"<span style="color: red;">*2</span><br /><br />What was it just now...? A dream...?<br />That was what I thought.<br />Maybe I just daydreamed, but ever since then, strange things started happening to me even more frequently. <br /><br /><br />---------------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: red;">*1</span> <i>One long slope</i>: This could be <i>Chikoku-Saka</i> (pictured second from the top). Chikoku means "to be late." The slope is so named because the story goes that the soldiers stationed there used to ran up the slope, in order not to be late for the curfew after being out downtown. &nbsp; <br /><span style="color: red;">*2</span> <i>Ai chan</i>: <i>Ai</i> is the narrator's name,<i> chan</i> is a suffix indicating endearment. Judging by the name and the form of suffix, the narrator is probably a girl.<br /><br /></div>Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-90025391936908953332014-10-17T06:22:00.000+08:002014-10-17T06:22:53.382+08:00Jigsaw Puzzles<span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: red;">This story has been translated from Japanese into English by Saya.</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: orange;">A cryptic story.</span><br /><span style="color: orange;">Easy peasy! </span><br /><br />As I have started living by myself recently, I decided to decorate my room with jigsaw puzzles.<br />Those are the type that, after receiving light, glow in the dark, and I really like the soft light they give off.<br /><br />The other night when I returned home, the puzzles were glowing faintly in the dark, <br />and seeing that made me feel instantly warm and fuzzy inside, because it was as if the puzzles were welcoming me home.<br /><br />I'm already itching to work on another set of puzzles.<br />Next time I might buy one that's the same size but has 2000 pieces.Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-83762231963229864132014-10-13T10:43:00.000+08:002014-10-13T10:43:25.424+08:00Accident at Construction Site<span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: red;">Translated from Japanese into English by Saya</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: orange;">A cryptic story for you! :)</span><br /><br />I was out for a walk when I heard a woman's loud scream.<br />"Aaaagh!"<br /><br />&nbsp;Startled, I ran to the place where the scream came from and saw a woman sitting on the road in front of an iron plate measuring around 2m in length, 2m in width and 50cm thick.<br /><br />I tried to talk to the woman but she was too stunned to talk.<br />A man dressed in construction worker's clothes came up to me and explained what had happened.<br />It seemed the iron plate was dropped to the ground while they were working overhead on the building.<br />It looked like nobody got hurt. The woman just fell to the ground due to shock.<br />But I felt shivers run through me as I looked at the black iron plate on top of red tiles. <br /><br />I went home after that, but in the late afternoon before the sunset, I visited the scene of the accident again.<br />The iron plate was still there. Probably due to its very heavy weight they hadn't yet been able to remove it.<br />The area was cordoned off with a security guard standing in front of it.<br /><br />The woman I had seen earlier was still there. I went to talk to her.<br />"What happened earlier must have been quite shocking."<br /><br />The woman replied,<br />"Yes, I was so shocked. Especially when I heard the scream."<br />Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-73772949498505605952014-10-08T14:14:00.000+08:002014-10-09T10:11:34.907+08:00On the Train<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: red;">Translated from Japanese into English by Saya </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: orange;">A cryptic story.</span><br /><br />On working days,&nbsp;I always use the train.<br />Today too, when I was on the train,&nbsp;suddenly a woman appeared in front of me.<br />God, not again. It makes&nbsp;me feel so depressed.</div>Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-59218071255256336332014-10-03T08:34:00.000+08:002014-10-03T08:39:50.207+08:00A Video Tape Found in the Attic<span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>WARNING: A Potentially Cursed Video!</b></span> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: orange;">I posted this article once back in 2007, but afterwards the video got deleted, so I had to take the article down. </span><br /><span style="color: orange;">But today I found it again! And just now I uploaded it on my youtube channel so it won't ever get deleted again! Hurray!</span><br /><span style="color: orange;"><br /></span><span style="color: orange;">Enjoy watching :D</span><br />-------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: magenta;">The Introduction at the beginning: </span><br />This man says his girlfriend found a strange video tape in her attic. Ever since she watched it she has had strange things happen to her, including getting unknown bruises on her body and her hair falling out. Perhaps the video is cursed?<br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">The video in question begins at 0:30.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/U_ct2oPbeYY" width="480"></iframe>Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-49193975482375707562014-10-02T12:27:00.001+08:002014-10-02T12:27:16.441+08:00The Muderous Intent<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: red;">&nbsp;This story has been translated from Japanese into English by me, Saya.</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc4dYLAJ1s0/VB0tbsSD3wI/AAAAAAAABV0/HrIsD_HnHOs/s1600/glasswoman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc4dYLAJ1s0/VB0tbsSD3wI/AAAAAAAABV0/HrIsD_HnHOs/s1600/glasswoman.jpg" height="150" width="200" /></a></div><br />"I feel so tired these days but I can't get any sleep at all...."<br />It was 10 days ago that I heard these words uttered by my girlfriend.<br />Then the day before yesterday, she said, "It seems I'm <i>really</i> tired. When I was lying down on the bed yesterday I had sleep paralysis and couldn't move my body at all (she laughed weakly)."<br />Certainly, as a construction worker, her work demanded more muscle than my work.<br /><br />It was this same girlfriend who gave me a call past 11 in the evening. Looking back, she sounded quite strange.<br /><br />"N (←my name)! Come over here right now! Please!"<br />Her place was an apartment complex, about 10 minutes from my house by drive (she lived alone).<br />"What's the matter? OK, I'll be there in a heartbeat."<br />&nbsp;Two or three minutes into driving, I again received a call from her, but she was being way over-the-top hysterical:<br />"(Sobbing) Where are you?? Hurry!! Please!!"<br />"I'm nearly there. I'm hanging up."<br />I tried to hang up (well, it's illegal to use a phone while driving) but she continued, "Don't hang up! Please keep talking to me until you arrive at my place... (she was sobbing like crazy)"<br />"What's going on? I won't understand a word you're saying if you keep on crying like that. Have you had a nightmare?"<br /><br />And so on and so on. We kept on talking until I finally arrived at her apartment complex.<br />Her room was on the 7th floor. I immediately got on the elevator and pressed the 7th floor button.<br />The door closed and the elevator started moving ー <br /><br />"WHAT?"<br /><br />The elevator's door was partly glass and therefore I could see through to the other side; and I saw my girlfriend standing there with a mobile phone pressed to her ear.<br />In a panic I hit the "open" button again and again. But the elevator had already started going up, so of course it wouldn't open.<br /><br />And later I was glad it didn't. <br /><br />The second floor: My girlfriend, standing there with the phone pressed to her ear, was looking at me with glazed-over eyes.<br />The third floor: My girlfriend, standing there with the phone pressed to her ear, was glaring at me.<br /><br />I saw her on every single floor until it got to the 6th floor, each time wearing a different expression on her face.<br /><br />But all I heard from my phone was the sound of her crying. As you would expect, I was speechless...<br />When I arrived at the 7th floor, there was no one there.<br />Relieved, I got out of the elevator and went to her room; she was still crying.<br />I asked her why she was crying, and she told me the reason:<br /><br />She said that yesterday (right now that's already the day before yesterday), while she lay on the bed she had sleep paralysis, and saw a woman standing by her side who smiled at her and said "I'll kill you" and disappeared.<br /><br />Then before she called me (that's yesterday) and just after she turned off the light she heard,<br />"I'll kill your boyfriend! I'll go over to him right now and kill him!" The loud voice echoed throughout the room... (I was shocked)<br /><br />I stayed at her place until the next day. Then, because it was time from me to go to work, I went back to my place first where, on arriving, I discovered numerous scratch marks on my front door.&nbsp; <br />I was in a hurry so I couldn't do anything about it then, so I just went off to work.<br /><br />On the way back from work, my girlfriend called me and told me something very disturbing...<br />"Today around noon, I saw a strange woman who glared at me and clicked her tongue as she walked past me."<br />A cold sweat broke out on my skin. Why me? Was it a so-called <i>iki-ryo</i>?<span style="color: red;">**</span><br /><br />Now I really want to go and tell the person that she must have been cursing a wrong guy....&nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><br /><br />----------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: red;">**</span><i>Iki-ryo</i> (生霊): A spirit of someone who is still alive that can sometimes haunt other people. </div>Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-2236272518817707132014-08-20T07:23:00.000+08:002014-08-20T07:23:26.415+08:00The Tape Recorder<span style="color: orange;">A cryptic story for you guys!</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_97b_P3LJ-k/U2yMw06Zi0I/AAAAAAAABIk/Rg7Bn50LbzI/s1600/taperecorder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_97b_P3LJ-k/U2yMw06Zi0I/AAAAAAAABIk/Rg7Bn50LbzI/s1600/taperecorder.jpg" height="133" width="200" /></a></div><br />A man was found dead by a gunshot wound in his study at home.<br />He lay slumped over a desk, with a gun in his grip.<br /><br />On the desk stood a tape recorder.<br />The detective pushed the play button:<br />"I cannot continue living anymore. I have no<i> raison d'être</i>,"<br />said the message, which was immediately followed by the sound of a gunshot.<br /><br />As soon as the detective heard the message, he knew it wasn't a suicide but a murder.<br />Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-71405022698221280582014-07-22T19:39:00.000+08:002014-07-23T13:01:00.422+08:00(Bizarre) Ginormous Religious Buildings of JapanTaken from a 2chan thread:<br /><br />Most of these are buildings of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_religious_movement">NRM</a>, while others are of more established religions.<br />(EDIT: And they freak me out. lol&nbsp; I mean they look like freaky theme park buildings. It's alarming how there are so many weird new religions in Japan and how they hold enormous power over people.) <br /><br /><br />The Great Sacred Hall, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rissh%C5%8D_K%C5%8Dsei_Kai">Rissho Kosei Kai</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfUGC_TcTr8/U848VwytRaI/AAAAAAAABOU/BqEFLNc32is/s1600/77b1a114-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfUGC_TcTr8/U848VwytRaI/AAAAAAAABOU/BqEFLNc32is/s1600/77b1a114-s.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcbzfbgKYtM/U848cUdad5I/AAAAAAAABOc/hgo5k9mX4_s/s1600/c65819a2-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcbzfbgKYtM/U848cUdad5I/AAAAAAAABOc/hgo5k9mX4_s/s1600/c65819a2-s.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZhGCXFINaU/U848es_5evI/AAAAAAAABOk/YkhO6kH3FEY/s1600/dbaba79b-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZhGCXFINaU/U848es_5evI/AAAAAAAABOk/YkhO6kH3FEY/s1600/dbaba79b-s.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><a href="http://worlddivinelight.org/"></a><br /><a name='more'></a><a href="http://worlddivinelight.org/"><br /></a><a href="http://worlddivinelight.org/">World Divine Light Organization (The Head Temple)</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewL4BBQnU2Y/U8496NLLibI/AAAAAAAABO4/XpzHELbMLW4/s1600/d3964dac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewL4BBQnU2Y/U8496NLLibI/AAAAAAAABO4/XpzHELbMLW4/s1600/d3964dac.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I90oDaNKHSI/U849mKXYTZI/AAAAAAAABO0/8gfNyhY54nM/s1600/4f084e50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I90oDaNKHSI/U849mKXYTZI/AAAAAAAABO0/8gfNyhY54nM/s1600/4f084e50.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br />PL Peace Tower, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PL_Kyodan">The Church of Perfect Liberty&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PT1AmjrSPq4/U84-4FsnPyI/AAAAAAAABPE/FC668yl1VQc/s1600/b1164c4a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PT1AmjrSPq4/U84-4FsnPyI/AAAAAAAABPE/FC668yl1VQc/s1600/b1164c4a.jpg" height="400" width="167" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qnEUCi0kdOU/U84-7tbLDRI/AAAAAAAABPU/wKmfHkXDkMQ/s1600/271da7cb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qnEUCi0kdOU/U84-7tbLDRI/AAAAAAAABPU/wKmfHkXDkMQ/s1600/271da7cb.jpg" height="640" width="418" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvPwDEPCcoU/U84-6G622XI/AAAAAAAABPM/pjLS7nsmi1s/s1600/21469556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvPwDEPCcoU/U84-6G622XI/AAAAAAAABPM/pjLS7nsmi1s/s1600/21469556.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E9%9C%8A%E6%B3%A2%E4%B9%8B%E5%85%89">&nbsp;RHK</a> (No English page)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WH7nVGlGIc/U84__f6JW7I/AAAAAAAABPg/pbBmzhgQGpQ/s1600/b2549897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WH7nVGlGIc/U84__f6JW7I/AAAAAAAABPg/pbBmzhgQGpQ/s1600/b2549897.jpg" height="282" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMZmxydzLOg/U85AC13zLhI/AAAAAAAABPo/7rARVNNe6Us/s1600/87f6d436-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMZmxydzLOg/U85AC13zLhI/AAAAAAAABPo/7rARVNNe6Us/s1600/87f6d436-s.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br />The Sanctuary, <a href="http://www13.atwiki.jp/ousyajyo/pages/13.html">Byodo Daiei Kai</a> (No English Page)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWMbCqOLjPA/U85BbBlso0I/AAAAAAAABP0/CoipmAmAKTI/s1600/0e7d67ef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWMbCqOLjPA/U85BbBlso0I/AAAAAAAABP0/CoipmAmAKTI/s1600/0e7d67ef.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kFEu8-gxUg/U85Bb0LlH5I/AAAAAAAABP8/9UAMV2USzEE/s1600/0acee864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kFEu8-gxUg/U85Bb0LlH5I/AAAAAAAABP8/9UAMV2USzEE/s1600/0acee864.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br />The Head Temple, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huayan_school">Huayan School</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBoPoYRdgw4/U85CX81YycI/AAAAAAAABQI/7zqElQBDvcY/s1600/17d9cc24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBoPoYRdgw4/U85CX81YycI/AAAAAAAABQI/7zqElQBDvcY/s1600/17d9cc24.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soka_Gakkai">Soka Gakkai&nbsp;</a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHjFCtS_Q14/U85C7mPyJGI/AAAAAAAABQQ/e05rtVsnjYM/s1600/44a97af4-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHjFCtS_Q14/U85C7mPyJGI/AAAAAAAABQQ/e05rtVsnjYM/s1600/44a97af4-s.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhpQbQY9zg8/U85C-slSq4I/AAAAAAAABQY/0FMT-IJRyKQ/s1600/a65b7fe5-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhpQbQY9zg8/U85C-slSq4I/AAAAAAAABQY/0FMT-IJRyKQ/s1600/a65b7fe5-s.jpg" height="250" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Now Destroyed)</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happy_Science">&nbsp;Happy Science</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_oSwaXSoZqM/U85D7RYpngI/AAAAAAAABQw/1V6NzKvG8xY/s1600/10dd5544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_oSwaXSoZqM/U85D7RYpngI/AAAAAAAABQw/1V6NzKvG8xY/s1600/10dd5544.jpg" height="223" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owpG63Jjoso/U85D7bHmnYI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Lr1jXdcg-68/s1600/9eb9dcb6-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owpG63Jjoso/U85D7bHmnYI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Lr1jXdcg-68/s1600/9eb9dcb6-s.jpg" height="129" width="640" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Konkokyo">Konkokyo</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9qXVy_AY7w/U85EY8e7r_I/AAAAAAAABRM/IegtDElClXU/s1600/e0099d8e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9qXVy_AY7w/U85EY8e7r_I/AAAAAAAABRM/IegtDElClXU/s1600/e0099d8e.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images-blogger-opensocial.googleusercontent.com/gadgets/proxy?url=http%3A%2F%2F3.bp.blogspot.com%2F-3AipEsazZ6I%2FU85EVwXhZVI%2FAAAAAAAABRA%2F2_Q4Mz1wFZk%2Fs1600%2F3dd677d8.jpg&amp;container=blogger&amp;gadget=a&amp;rewriteMime=image%2F*" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AipEsazZ6I/U85EVwXhZVI/AAAAAAAABRA/2_Q4Mz1wFZk/s1600/3dd677d8.jpg" height="298" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAJ9m-Ja_ro/U85EaT7t0II/AAAAAAAABRQ/ekTh25Y-hFE/s1600/ab4ebc6c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAJ9m-Ja_ro/U85EaT7t0II/AAAAAAAABRQ/ekTh25Y-hFE/s1600/ab4ebc6c.jpg" height="265" width="400" />&nbsp;</a> </div>&nbsp; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BVYoGG6MNlM/U85FQvWyJDI/AAAAAAAABRo/N1qCqnk4Nsc/s1600/192cb28d.jpg" height="346" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8boZYRtDoTw/U85FaPKUkkI/AAAAAAAABRw/vjadmRG0Ijs/s1600/36724c9e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8boZYRtDoTw/U85FaPKUkkI/AAAAAAAABRw/vjadmRG0Ijs/s1600/36724c9e.jpg" height="178" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_P8Vt5R2Qyg/U85Ff_S6pBI/AAAAAAAABR8/jOTslUVaBrE/s1600/2f8c09e1-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_P8Vt5R2Qyg/U85Ff_S6pBI/AAAAAAAABR8/jOTslUVaBrE/s1600/2f8c09e1-s.jpg" height="168" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m57qhSdFzwc/U85Fg-HEJcI/AAAAAAAABSA/n4VRW94WNvw/s1600/8c14e475-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m57qhSdFzwc/U85Fg-HEJcI/AAAAAAAABSA/n4VRW94WNvw/s1600/8c14e475-s.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shinnyo-en">Shinnyo-en</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vr3-HeoojlA/U85GxaXvzAI/AAAAAAAABSU/Om-TP9Olyyg/s1600/ced59538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vr3-HeoojlA/U85GxaXvzAI/AAAAAAAABSU/Om-TP9Olyyg/s1600/ced59538.jpg" height="307" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfUC_KtigyI/U85G7BqPtdI/AAAAAAAABSY/un4QArwX5qE/s1600/34be773b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfUC_KtigyI/U85G7BqPtdI/AAAAAAAABSY/un4QArwX5qE/s1600/34be773b.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reiy%C5%ABkai"><br /></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reiy%C5%ABkai">Reiyu kai</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7LW7G1Js0A/U85ImW4kUpI/AAAAAAAABT4/1_Fa1do_O-c/s1600/8220ee76-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7LW7G1Js0A/U85ImW4kUpI/AAAAAAAABT4/1_Fa1do_O-c/s1600/8220ee76-s.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FamOsNmV9Ss/U85In-7_OuI/AAAAAAAABUA/BHovLI2nY9g/s1600/a549d7c1-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FamOsNmV9Ss/U85In-7_OuI/AAAAAAAABUA/BHovLI2nY9g/s1600/a549d7c1-s.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tenrikyo">Tenrikyo</a> (has its own city called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tenri_City">Tenri City</a>)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHfJtaQKI98/U85JXrTgocI/AAAAAAAABUM/dB-Nb15SwsA/s1600/b129bcc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Similar to the so-called "when you see it you will sh*t bricks" pictures.<br /><br /><br />1. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gzP13IjNir0/U8jx6QQOSjI/AAAAAAAABL8/8Zebtn2EdpQ/s1600/b64c21b5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gzP13IjNir0/U8jx6QQOSjI/AAAAAAAABL8/8Zebtn2EdpQ/s1600/b64c21b5.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br />2.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Rn3PHwgXnQ/U8ju6hoTeBI/AAAAAAAABK0/r9ZLJYGgGZQ/s1600/8a25d8e5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Rn3PHwgXnQ/U8ju6hoTeBI/AAAAAAAABK0/r9ZLJYGgGZQ/s1600/8a25d8e5.jpg" height="342" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />3.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIjfup888k8/U8j2FW13EXI/AAAAAAAABNE/WmGnoJ8x_9U/s1600/4dfef528.jpg" height="640" width="425" /></a></div><br /><br />17.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eOSSAzyoLlc/U8j6gPiHLTI/AAAAAAAABNQ/okydmg1hapA/s1600/c27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eOSSAzyoLlc/U8j6gPiHLTI/AAAAAAAABNQ/okydmg1hapA/s1600/c27.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_N4q98iDWQ/U8kiBqXux-I/AAAAAAAABOE/7_KPm-6r3sA/s1600/c27abde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_N4q98iDWQ/U8kiBqXux-I/AAAAAAAABOE/7_KPm-6r3sA/s1600/c27abde.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-79662304574000256312014-07-07T09:36:00.000+08:002014-07-07T10:45:54.532+08:00Six Murders<span style="color: red;">Please do NOT copy/distribute my works without permission. Thank you. </span> (<a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.tw/2014/04/about-translated-stories.html">WHY?</a>)<br /><br /><br />Put a curse on someone with the ritual "Six Murders."<br />&nbsp; <br /><span style="color: yellow;">Procedure:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">1.</span> Find a secluded place where you are not likely to encounter other humans.<br />(Somewhere without buildings around it is the best.)<span style="color: red;">*1</span><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">2.</span> Use your finger to draw a circle on the ground, and stand at the centre of the circle with bare feet, facing wherever you fancy.<br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">3.</span> Slit the tip of your finger with a knife or other such object, and let the blood drop to the ground.<br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">4.</span> Chant <i>"one person is not enough, two people are not enough, three people are not enough...." </i>and so on, until you get to five people.<br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">5.</span> Finally, say<i> "I want six people"</i> and chop off the finger you wounded before from its base.<br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">6.</span> Bury the finger inside the circle and leave.<br />(You <i>must</i> begin by walking 6 steps towards the direction you were facing before. After that you can go wherever you want.) &nbsp; <br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">7.</span> After you leave the place, the sixth person who sees you (or hears your voice) will die within six days.<br /><br /><span style="color: yellow;">Note:</span><br /><ul><li>Only the sixth person will be affected; nothing will happen to anyone from the seventh&nbsp; onwards. </li><li>Procedure from 3 to 7 must be done in silence. If you utter even one word you will end up dead yourself. <span style="color: red;">*2</span></li><li>Apparently you must not be seen by anyone while you perform this ritual, but it is not known what happens to you if someone actually sees you.</li></ul><br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: red;">*1 </span>The sentence inside the bracket is ambiguous in the original Japanese text, as it can also be taken to mean "you should do it inside a building where you won't be seen."&nbsp; But I think my interpretation is the more likely one.<br /><span style="color: red;">*2 </span>It probably means that all the chanting must be done inside your head rather than said aloud.Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-87357840533101056482014-07-05T07:03:00.000+08:002014-07-05T20:40:52.865+08:00"Someone is Dead in Your Room " Phone Call Leads to Discovery of Mysterious Death<span style="color: red;">Please do NOT copy/distribute my works without permission. Thank you.</span><br /><br />An unsolved mysterious case that really happened in Japan last year (2013). It is intriguing as well as a little confusing.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvYWVFqfzrs/UzpmHviUiDI/AAAAAAAABGU/EeWnNgaEEko/s1600/hanged.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvYWVFqfzrs/UzpmHviUiDI/AAAAAAAABGU/EeWnNgaEEko/s1600/hanged.png" height="127" width="200" /></a></div><br />"On the evening of 26th June 2013,&nbsp; a 46 year-old man was found hanged in a public housing complex apartment in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sakai,_Osaka">Sakai-city</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osaka_Prefecture">Osaka</a>."<br /><br />At first glance, there seems nothing out of ordinary about the case.<br />However, the dead man was not the resident of the apartment, and the true owner of the room - a man aged 21 - is somehow missing. <br /><br />Moreover, there was a "mystery man" at the scene who disappeared immediately after the body was found.<br />We also have a report of a "man with a Kanto accent"<span style="color: red;">**</span> who called the apartment's owner to inform him that someone was dead in his room.<br /><br />There are many unclear circumstances surrounding the discovery of the body, bringing to our mind the phrase "Truth is stranger than fiction."<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;"><b>The Persons Involved</b></span><br /><br /><b>A</b>: 46 years-old. On the night of 26th his body is discovered inside B's apartment.<br /><b>B</b>: 21 years-old. The true owner of the apartment where A is found. As of 28th, he is still missing.<br /><b>C</b>: B's mother. She is vaguely acquainted with A.<br /><b>D</b>: C's common-law husband and the first person to hear from B about the "dead body" in his room.<br /><b>E</b>: C's daughter and B's older sister.<br /><b>F</b>: 24 years-old. E's husband and B's brother-in-law. He is the one who finds the body and calls the police.<br /><b>G</b>: F's co-worker. Together with F, he finds the body.<br /><b>H</b>: A man in his 40s. He is in the room when F and G find A's body. While the call to the police is being made, he disappears from the scene.<br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x5SqX57uVg8/U7NNzXMx2wI/AAAAAAAABKA/Fs806IUQZUU/s1600/news.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x5SqX57uVg8/U7NNzXMx2wI/AAAAAAAABKA/Fs806IUQZUU/s1600/news.jpeg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The image, captured from the actual news on TV, shows a policeman standing in front of the apartment in which the hanged body was found. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><span style="color: magenta;"><b>The Summary of Events</b></span><br /><br />It all began on 26th when the apartment's owner B received a mysterious call from a "man with a Kanto accent":<br /><br />"Someone is dead in your room."<br /><br />Any other person would have run back home straightaway to check the truth of the matter.<br />However, B did not do so but instead called his mother's home.<br /><br />Curiously, the people in C's household did not go check out the apartment immediately either. Like a game of Chinese Whispers, B told D, D told C, and then C told her daughter E, and E in turn told her husband F the story of the "dead body." <br />Finally, F, taking his co-worker G with him, went to B's apartment to investigate.<br /><br />Around 11 in the evening, when F and G arrived at B's apartment on the 10th floor of the complex and rang the doorbell, a stranger H, believed to be in his 40s, opened the door.<br />When F and G told the man about the phone call, H said,<br /><br />"There is indeed a dead body in this room,"<br /><br />and invited them in. F and G checked the room and found A, whose body was naked from the waist up and who was hanging by the neck by an electrical cord from the curtain rail.<br />They immediately called the police, but meanwhile H had disappeared.<br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;"><b>The Sequence of Events</b></span><br /><br />The apartment's owner B receives a call from an unidentified man who says "Someone is dead in your room."<br />↓ <br />The owner B makes a call to his mother C's home.<br />↓<br />The story gets passed around from Mother C's partner D → Mother C → Sister E → Brother-in-law F<br />↓<br />Brother-in-law F and his co-worker G go check out the apartment. <br />When they ring the doorbell a stranger H appears, who says to them "There is indeed a dead body in this room."<br />↓<br />A's hanged body is found in the room.<br />↓<br />Brother-in-law F calls the police. Meanwhile H disappears.<br />↓<br />The owner B also disappears and cannot be reached.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Some Questions</b></span><br /><br />Why A, who was found dead, was in the house of B, who was a complete stranger to him?<br /><br />In response to the interview by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TV_asahi">TV Asahi</a>, C revealed:<br />A was C's "old&nbsp; friend." C's family had been planning on moving in with B and A had been asked to help them and stay overnight in the apartment.<br /><br />When asked who H was, C replied she had no idea.<br /><br />Who was the man with a "Kanto accent," who first informed B of the "dead body"?<br />Some speculate that it was H, but we are yet to ascertain his identity.<br /><br />The owner of the room B might hold the key, but he has since disappeared and currently cannot be reached.<br />C also explained to TV Asahi that "we have received calls from him (B), but when we try to call him he doesn't answer the phone."<br /><br />The case is full of unsolved mysteries that the police is probing both murder and suicide angles.<br /><br /><br />-------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: red;">**</span> Kanto accent - Osaka is in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kansai_region">Kansai region</a>, so normally the people there speak with a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kansai_accent">Kansai accent</a>.&nbsp; A man with a"<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kanto_dialect">Kanto accent</a>" would sound a little out of place. <br /><br />Sources (all in Japanese):<br /><a href="http://www.j-cast.com/2013/06/28178318.html?p=all">J cast News</a><br /><a href="http://matome.naver.jp/odai/2137244097754032401">Naver Matome</a>Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-20377333099339276982014-07-03T10:04:00.001+08:002014-07-03T10:04:35.112+08:00The Punishment<span style="color: red;">Please do NOT copy/distribute my works without permission. Thank you.</span> (<a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.tw/2014/04/about-translated-stories.html">WHY?</a>)<br /><br /><span style="color: orange;">A cryptic story! </span><br /><br />When I regain my consciousness, I find myself in a strange room.<br />Then I hear a mechanical voice coming from somewhere. <br /><br />"If you don't consume all the meats inside this room, you will be put to death as a punishment."<br /><br /><i>You must be joking</i>, I want to say; but the dead bodies scattered around me are the proof that the voice means every word it says.<br /><br />I look at a plate piled high with a mountain of meats, and think to myself: <br /><i>Well, tough luck for you! I'm known to be a man of gargantuan appetite!</i><br /><br />I empty the plate and declare,<br />"There, I've eaten them all up!"<br /><br />The mechanical voice resonates again: <br /><br />"Now the punishment will begin." Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-63299466114056184442014-07-01T19:10:00.000+08:002014-07-02T09:17:18.036+08:00Hemi-Sync for Lucid Dreaming<br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/IWZEjDQwh1Y" width="480"></iframe> <br /><br />Listening to this apparently puts you in the right state of mind to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucid_dream">lucid dream</a>.<br />It appears to have been created with a technique called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemi-Sync">Hemi-Sync</a> that uses audio patterns containing binaural beats. <br /><br /><span style="color: yellow;">How to Listen:</span><br />Use your headphones (without noise cancellation or filter).<br />Set the volume low to the point that you can just barely hear the sound. <br />Lie down on your back, relax your body and hit the play button.<br />Then all you have to do is go to sleep and you will be able to lucid dream! <br /><br /><span style="color: yellow;">Links:</span><br /><a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Lucid-Dream">How to Lucid Dream&nbsp;</a><br /><a href="http://www.world-of-lucid-dreaming.com/first-lucid-dream.html">The First Lucid Dream: How to Start Lucid Dreaming for Beginners&nbsp;</a> <br /><a href="http://www.world-of-lucid-dreaming.com/10-mistakes-made-by-beginner-lucid-dreamers.html">10 Mistakes Made by Beginner Lucid Dreamers&nbsp;</a><br /><a href="http://www.lucidity.com/LucidDreamingFAQ2.html">Lucid Dreaming FAQ </a><br /><br />Some people have reported unpleasant side-effects from lucid dreaming. &nbsp; <br /><a href="http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lucid-discussion/102671-possible-dangers-lucid-dreaming.html">Possible Dangers of Lucid Dreaming</a><br /><a href="http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message1843293/pg1">Dangers of Lucid Dreaming </a>(discussion forum)<br /><a href="http://howtocontroldreams.com/is-lucid-dreaming-safe#.U7KRA7FAc1I">Is Lucid Dreaming Safe? </a><br /><a href="http://dreamstudies.org/2011/06/28/is-lucid-dreaming-dangerous/">Is Lucid Dreaming Dangerous?</a><br /><a href="http://realitysandwich.com/164556/lucid_dreaming_and_mental_illness/">Lucid Dreaming and Mental Illness</a><br /><br /><br /><a name='more'></a>I have also found this on youtube:<br />Hemi-Sync for out-of-body experience.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/EXfv9siATj0" width="640"></iframe>Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-24199447563695112772014-06-13T09:38:00.000+08:002014-07-06T21:03:54.005+08:00Three Parallel Lines<span style="color: red;">Please do NOT copy or distribute my works without permission. Thank you.</span> (<a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.tw/2014/04/about-translated-stories.html">WHY?</a>)<br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Last night I was out drinking.<br />By the time I arrived home it was very late and my family were all asleep.<br /><br />Well, it was past one in the morning so that was to be expected - but something was off.<br />For one thing, the lights and stove were both on, and even the TV was on with its volume set very high.<br />Perhaps the lights and stove&nbsp;were left on out of consideration for me, but it was a little strange that the TV was still on. What was more everyone was sleeping on the floor<span style="color: red;">*1</span> in the sitting room.<br /><br />My parents sometimes sleep in the sitting room, but my little brother thinks he is all grown up now, so nowadays he insists he sleeps in his own room. But today he was sleeping in the sitting room...<br />Moreover, the three of them were sleeping neatly in three parallel lines. <br /><br />When I saw that I couldn't help but feel a little creeped out. <br />Before something strange happens, don't you get a sort of "premonition"?<br />Those premonitions always turn out to be right. It's weird, don't you think?<br /><br />To start with, I changed into my night clothes and went to the bathroom.<br />While I was in the bathroom I began to calm down a little, but the next moment I felt goosebumps break out on my skin. It was because all the lights in the house - and the TV - suddenly got turned off. And the stove turned itself off too.<br /><br />For a moment I thought we had a blackout, but the washlet<span style="color: red;">*2 </span>was still working, so I knew something was off.<br />When I finished, I crept out of the toilet and felt my way into the pitch-dark sitting room, and turned the lights on.<br /><br />Then, I again noticed abnormality. The sitting room was empty.<br />The mattresses that were on the floor had been put away too.<br />Up to this point, nothing extraordinary had happened, but I felt an agitation building up in me, perhaps out of uneasiness and fear.&nbsp; <br /><br />But the really scary part came right after this.<br /><br /><br />"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"<br />All of a sudden, I heard my little brother scream. When I rushed into his room he was&nbsp;shaking violently&nbsp;underneath the duvet.<br />And there I saw an unbelievable sight.<br /><br />A transparent image of my family sleeping side by side in three parallel lines was floating in the mid-air.<br />Moreover, when I looked hard I realised they were all dead, with blood gushing from their mouth, and their faces frozen in the mask of terror.<br />I screamed too; I mean I had just seen a similar image in the sitting room. But what I saw in the sitting room weren't dead bodies.<br />By the time I uncovered my face and looked up again, the image had already vanished.<br />I shook the duvet inside which my little brother was sleeping, and said,<br />"Hey, it's gone now! It's OK!"<br />Then I pulled off the duvet but would you believe it, my brother wasn't there.<br />I felt cold all over. Then I went back to the sitting room right away.<br />And I saw there the three of them lying down side by side in three parallel lines.<br />I fearfully touched their hands, but they were all living humans.<br />What had I just seen? Too many things had happened to simply dismiss it as a hallucination.<br />In the end I couldn't bear the fear anymore; so I lay myself down beside the three of them and went to sleep.<br /><br /><br />Fortunately I didn't have any nightmares, but I fear that from now on, I will be too afraid to come home in the small hours of the night.<br />It's Sunday today, so I want to make sure I get rid of this fear before the day is over.<br /><br />------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: red;">*1</span> <i>on the floor</i> - I added these words to make it easier to understand the situation. As many of <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R39th2-dW54/U5PGn8LxQPI/AAAAAAAABJo/5o0nxx7RWQc/s1600/hotelroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R39th2-dW54/U5PGn8LxQPI/AAAAAAAABJo/5o0nxx7RWQc/s1600/hotelroom.jpg" height="132" width="200" /></a>you already know, Japanese people traditionally sleep on mattress on the floor. The picture on the right shows a bedroom in a Japanese hotel. &nbsp; <br /><span style="color: red;">*2</span> <i>Washlet</i><b> </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">(<span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja">ウォシュレット</span>)</span> refers to electric toilet seats with water spray feature for washing. You'll find these high-tech toilet seats everywhere in Japan, so make sure you don't push wrong buttons when you encounter one! (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washlet">Wiki</a>)</div>Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-78948417672566690112014-06-08T10:40:00.000+08:002014-06-08T10:40:32.700+08:00The Impossible Game<span style="color: red;">Please do NOT copy/distribute my works without permission. Thank you.</span> (<a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.tw/2014/04/about-translated-stories.html">WHY?</a>)<br /><br /><span style="color: orange;">A classic urban legend</span><br /><br />Four college students belonging to a hiking club became lost in a snowy mountain.<br />They walked and walked, until they caught sight of a little cabin in the midst of the raging snowstorm.<br /><br />To protect themselves from the snowstorm, they went inside the cabin.<br />However, it seemed no one had been to the cabin for a long time, and there was nothing inside to warm themselves with.<br /><br />As the night descended, the temperature began to drop rapidly.<br />If they fell asleep, they would freeze to death for sure.<br /><br />It was then that they came up with a game which would ensure they stay awake.<br />First, each person had to stand in each corner of the room.<br />Next, one person had to run to the person who stood in the next corner, and touch his body.<br />Then the person who was touched in turn had to run to the next corner and touch the body of the person there. The touched person of course had to repeat the same thing.<br />So they repeated this game on and on, in the darkness, until the day broke.<br /><br />The following morning they were found by a rescue party and managed to go down the mountain.<br />When they returned to their college they met up with the other students in the club, and told them what had happened.<br />But after they had finished talking, they noticed that one of the students who had been listening to their story was looking very perplexed.<br /><br />This student said to them,<br />"But...isn't that an impossible game to play? If each of you stood in one corner and the first person ran to the next corner, there would be no one left in the first corner. Then the game would have to stop there -&nbsp; unless of course you had a fifth person."<br /><br />Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-79382276168483780472014-05-31T09:13:00.000+08:002014-05-31T09:13:02.651+08:00The Public Toilet<span style="color: red;">Please do NOT copy/distribute my works without permission. Thank you.</span> (<a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.tw/2014/04/about-translated-stories.html">WHY?</a>)<br /><br />I went into a public toilet.<br />It was a Japanese-style toilet.<span style="color: red;">**</span><br /><br />I hate Japanese-style toilets, but there was nothing I could do about it; so I squatted down. Then I noticed a message written on the wall in front of me.<br />"Look Right!!" It said.<br />What the hell? I turned my head to the right and saw another message on the wall that said, "Look Left!!"<br />Wow so bossy! I thought, but I turned my head to the left as instructed, and this time it said, "Look Up!" <br />Nervously I looked up at the ceiling and saw a message written in large red letters that said,<br />"Don't Look Behind You!!" <br />With a pounding heart, I slowly turned my head around and looked behind me......<br /><br />And luckily, there was nothing there.<br /><br /><br /><br />------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: red;">**</span> <a href="http://matome.naver.jp/odai/2134071821319997701/2134120496854113403">See this link</a> for the proper way to use it.<br />I actually hate Japanese-style toilets too. lol<br />But in the days when people wore kimono, this type of toilet was most appropriate.<br /><b><span style="color: #3333dd;"></span></b>Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-79799456714162525472014-05-27T11:16:00.000+08:002014-05-27T11:16:28.777+08:00The Rejuvenation Operation<span style="color: red;">Please do NOT copy/distribute my works without permission. Thank you.</span> (<a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.tw/2014/04/about-translated-stories.html">WHY?</a>)<br /><br /><span style="color: orange;">A cryptic story!&nbsp; </span><br /><br />Elderly Man "Are you sure this thing can rejuvenate my body?"<br /><br />Man "Yes. This machine our company developed will reconstruct, from your cells, the healthy body you had when you were at the prime of your youth, and then transplant your existing memories into it; so that your memories will remain the same while your body alone will rejuvenate." <br /><br />Elderly Man "I see.... Then, please proceed."<br /><br />The elderly man lies down on a bed, and gets covered over by a sheet.<br /><br />A few hours later - <br /><br />Elderly Man (<i>He's sure taking long.....When is it going to start?</i>)<br /><br />Man "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."<br /><br />Young Man "Thank you very much. I had no idea it would go this smoothly.... By the way, what are you going to do with this old body of mine?"<br /><br />Man "It shall be taken care of. We look forward to serving you again, sir."<br /><br />The man wheels the bed to the next room.<br /><br />Elderly Man (<i>Oh. It seems the man before me had a successful operation. But finally it's my turn...</i>)<br /><br />Young Man "Thank you very much."<br />Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-41989935196902854352014-05-23T08:59:00.000+08:002014-05-23T08:59:44.231+08:00Mountain Road<span style="color: red;">Please do NOT copy/distribute my works without permission. Thank you. </span> (<a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.tw/2014/04/about-translated-stories.html">WHY?</a>)<br /><br /><span style="color: orange;">A cryptic story for you! Enjoy! :D </span><br /><br />It is a dark, gloomy mountain road - no houses in sight, with neither moonlight nor streetlamps.<br />I am driving quite fast, wanting to get home as soon as possible.<br />Then suddenly a person runs out into the road in front of me.<br />I slam on the brakes and manage to avoid crashing into the person.<br />The person seems unhurt too, but he is saying something to me, his face contorted with anger. <br />I get scared somehow and speed away in full throttle.<br />I then glance at the rearview mirror, and see that the person is still glaring at me.<br />What a persistent guy. After all, it was his fault, wasn't it? Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-84407722628743721702014-05-21T08:54:00.000+08:002014-05-21T11:06:52.447+08:00School LifeA documentary filming about a Japanese high school inadvertently captures something creepy.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2d1b04fe02602e7d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="//www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://redirector.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d1b04fe02602e7d%26itag%3D5%26source%3Dblogger%26app%3Dblogger%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%3Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1427502580%26sparams%3Dip,ipbits,expire,id,itag,source%26signature%3D0E75B2898BC7D40C8D51DFF59B8A64F302A6A02C.5AA44CC7B5477770342CA4307467209A097BFF5E%26key%3Dck2&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d1b04fe02602e7d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4oIvM7z6pZthFqMAB1qABMLXg1I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="//www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="flvurl=http://redirector.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d1b04fe02602e7d%26itag%3D5%26source%3Dblogger%26app%3Dblogger%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%3Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1427502580%26sparams%3Dip,ipbits,expire,id,itag,source%26signature%3D0E75B2898BC7D40C8D51DFF59B8A64F302A6A02C.5AA44CC7B5477770342CA4307467209A097BFF5E%26key%3Dck2&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d1b04fe02602e7d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4oIvM7z6pZthFqMAB1qABMLXg1I&autoplay=0&ps=blogger" allowFullScreen="true" /></object></div><br /><br />See if you can figure out what is wrong with this video! :D<br />(No jump scares, so relax!) Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-38148883202661453602014-05-18T09:51:00.001+08:002014-05-18T09:52:47.610+08:00The Newborn Baby<span style="color: red;">Please do NOT copy/distribute my works without permission. Thank you.</span> (<a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.tw/2014/04/about-translated-stories.html">WHY?</a>)<br /><br /><span style="color: orange;">A cryptic story for you! :D </span><br /><br />A new baby was born in a hospital.<br /><br />On the very same day at night, a nurse was making her rounds when, to her utter dismay, she found the baby had died.<br />The hospital, to cover up the death, immediately prepared a substitute baby.<br />The mother was unconscious when she gave birth to her baby, so she hadn't yet seen the baby.<br />Besides, the substitute baby looked exactly like the dead baby so that there was no way the mother would be able to tell the difference.<br /><br />Next day, as soon as the mother saw the baby, her face immediately turned into an expression of horror and she screeched loudly:<br />"This thing is not my baby!!!!"&nbsp; &nbsp; Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-10580980611221418832014-05-18T09:45:00.000+08:002014-05-22T22:04:06.123+08:00Please don't copy my posts (Notice from Saya)Someone posted this comment at <a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.tw/2013/05/the-hotel-room.html?showComment=1400376331461#c7575296896629145966">The Hotel Room </a><br /><dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block"><dt class="comment-author " id="c7016364281635459615">Anonymous said... </dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-7016364281635459615">Hi, I'll copy and paste this somewhere but dont worry, i'll credit you :) Ill put that I got it from saya in underworld. Thanks~ </dd><dd class="comment-footer"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-hotel-room.html?showComment=1400362971818#c7016364281635459615" title="comment permalink">18 May 2014 05:42&nbsp;</a></span></dd><dd class="comment-footer"><span class="comment-timestamp"></span></dd><dd class="comment-footer"><span class="comment-timestamp"></span></dd></dl>&nbsp;Well, whoever you are, PLEASE DON'T. I really don't want you to do it.<br />If you do that you will make me very unhappy.<br /><br />If you must share the story with others,<b> JUST SHARE THE LINK TO THE POST!</b> <br />Why can you not be satisfied with that?<br /><br />The fact this person has remained anonymous shows that s/he knows s/he shouldn't be doing it. <br /><br />-------------------------------------------------- <br />The following is a list of people who are copying my works. <br /><br />I am very disappointed in you.<br /><br />Please, I ask you to remove the posts you have copied from me.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.elginpk.com/worsley1314_1/li/3.htm">STAGED </a><br /><br /><a href="http://thecreepysideoftheinternet.tumblr.com/">Ready to be scared?&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><a href="http://littleunderworld.blogspot.tw/">Underworld House&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><a href="http://m0m0ko.tumblr.com/post/4590861305">Anime Sway&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><a href="http://carefour.blogspot.tw/2009/07/credits-from-saya-in-underworld.html">My Hangar </a><br /><br /><strike>Sccubus Memoirs</strike><br /><br />I love you all. Please don't do this to me. Thank you. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-43291155188028311742014-05-17T14:56:00.000+08:002014-10-09T20:07:06.663+08:00Releasing the spirit from the body<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgbR7Et9Bjo/U3cEvNesqlI/AAAAAAAABJE/UwEhe-PNTqI/s1600/spirit.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgbR7Et9Bjo/U3cEvNesqlI/AAAAAAAABJE/UwEhe-PNTqI/s1600/spirit.png" height="226" width="400" /></a></div><br />&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;A short video showing a scientific experiment to release a spirit from the body.<br />(Edit: I must say this is a very strange video. No one seems to know from whence it comes.) <br /><br /><br /><span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">WARNING: CONTAINS SOME EXPLICIT IMAGES.</span></b></span><br />&nbsp; <br /><br /><a href="http://siustoreroom.blogspot.tw/2014/05/so-are-you-ready-for-it.html"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>CLICK HERE TO WATCH</b></span></a><br /><br /><br />Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-59244664147664981672014-05-15T15:57:00.000+08:002014-05-17T13:52:08.760+08:00Grotesque <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;"><b>WARNING: EXTREME GRAPHIC CONTENT</b></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFnPYXctiKk/U3Rl2AKLzaI/AAAAAAAABI0/hlTGge66PH8/s1600/grotesque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFnPYXctiKk/U3Rl2AKLzaI/AAAAAAAABI0/hlTGge66PH8/s1600/grotesque.jpg" height="283" width="320" /></a></div><br /><i>Grotesque</i> is a notorious Japanese splatter/torture porn film, made in 2009, written and directed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C5%8Dji_Shiraishi">Koji Shiraishi</a>.<br /><br />Due to its extreme content, it's banned in several countries, including the United Kingdom.<br /><br />BBFC (The British Board of Film Classification) director David Cook explained:<br />&nbsp;"Unlike other recent 'torture' themed horror works, such as the <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saw_%28franchise%29" title="Saw (franchise)">Saw</a></i> and <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hostel_%282005_film%29" title="Hostel (2005 film)">Hostel</a></i> series, <i>Grotesque</i> features minimal narrative or character development and presents the audience with little more than an unrelenting and escalating scenario of humiliation, brutality and sadism. In spite of a vestigial attempt to 'explain' the killer's motivations at the very end of the film, the chief pleasure on offer is not related to understanding the motivations of any of the central characters. Rather, the chief pleasure on offer seems to be wallowing in the spectacle of sadism (including sexual sadism) for its own sake."<br /><br />The reception in Japan was initially less controversial, but after the notoriety of the UK ban, Amazon Japan decided to remove the DVD of <i>Grotesque</i> from its website.(Wiki)<br />&nbsp; <br />------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Plot Summary:</b></span><br /><br />An unnamed doctor has always had everything he's ever wanted, but that has only made him develop more extreme and depraved needs. He kidnaps a young couple in the prime of their life together and forces them into a game of torment that slowly extinguishes their hopes for survival.&nbsp;(IMDb)<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br /><a name='more'></a>------------------------------------------------------- <br />"The version I watched had only Japanese and German language options but one doesn't really need to understand the dialog to figure out whats going on here. This movie really never does let up, it was horrendously oppressing from start to finish...The gore is strong stuff here folks, and not for the faint of heart...I know a few people who would suffer PTSD after watching this flick."(<a href="http://cinemaheadcheese.blogspot.tw/2011/12/movie-review-grotesque-2009.html">Cinema Head Cheese</a>)&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: magenta;">Click to Watch:</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://siustoreroom.blogspot.com/2014/05/so-are-you-ready-for-it.html">Grotesque (The Trailer and the Full Movie)</a></span><br /><br /><br />&nbsp;-------------------------------------------------------<br />&nbsp; <br /><b><span style="color: magenta;">SPOILER:</span></b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: red;">WARNING: Just reading this will likely to make you feel like puking (no exaggeration)</span><span style="color: red;">. </span></b></span><br /><br />A young couple Aki and Kazuo are snatched off the street while having their first date as a romantic couple after a few years working in the same office, and wake up shackled in a basement, which has all its walls covered with plastic. With no further explanation, a sadistic madman degrades, tortures and mutilates them.<br /><br />Initially, he punctures Kazuo's belly with a screwdriver and slices his tongue, then rapes both, one at a time, forcing the other to watch.<br /><br />Sometimes he stops the torture to provide medical assistance and cure the couple's wounds, so they can continue alive for a long period of time. This way he cuts off all their fingers, makes collars with them, pops out Kazuo's right eye, removes the girl's nipples and cuts off her right arm.<br /><br />As the torture progresses, it is revealed he is simply doing it for sexual stimulation, and tells the couple he wants the two to survive.<br /><br />At first, he has sex with the empty eye-socket after digging out Kazuo's eye, and ejaculates into his socket. He continues, however, through gruesome stomping of the eyeballs and forced cannibalism. He finally castrates Kazuo, claiming he has found all the sexual relief he needs, so no longer needs the couple's "services".<br /><br />Then the couple is moved to a room which resembles a modern and clean hospital room, where the kidnapper takes care of the couple's wounds. While it is never explicitly mentioned on the movie, it becomes gradually apparent that the man has professional medical training, refined manners, taste for classical music and good wines and dressed with expensive clothes when he is not in surgeon dress torturing the couple. At some point he even mentions he is a wealthy man, which suggests he may be a reputable surgeon, not merely a violent sadist, looking for an extreme and different way to obtain satisfaction on his lonely life; however, the couple also notes the doctor has a particular rotting smell always present behind his clean and elegant appearance.<br /><br />After several days healing, the "doctor" simply tells the couple they will be free to go, he will turn himself to authorities and, as apology for all the suffering he inflicted to the couple, he will give them all his fortune which seems to be very large, as compensation.<br /><br />After all the horror, in a moment alone in the hospital room, Aki and Kazuo promises to support each other once they leave the place and become a formal couple. It is unclear if the madman changed his mind, or if playing with the couple's hopes to survive and being released soon was part of his mischievous plan from the beginning, but immediately after communicating to them they will be released, the next scene takes back the couple to the scary basement.<br /><br />After being drugged, they are shackled again, exactly as they were the first time. The "doctor" announces they must participate in one final test of love strength. He pulls out an extreme of Kazuo's intestines and attaches them to a hook. If Kazuo is able to cross the room to the other side (pulling off his entire intestines out of his body in the process), take a scissors and cut Aki's ropes to release her, both will be finally free. However, Kazuo fails due to blood loss and falls to the ground in agony (it is also revealed that the ropes restraining Aki have a metal wire running through them, rendering them impossible to cut with scissors; the task was therefore impossible).<br /><br />Aki begins to insult the doctor, telling him he is just the son of a whore that nobody cares about, and insists despite his refined manners and expensive clothes, he has an unusual and unbearable skunk odor, no matter how hard the tries to cover the stench. Angered, the doctor cuts off Aki's head in response and as her head falls down, it lands on the man's neck and bites him with her final breath. Kazuo on the floor, not dead yet, stabs him in the foot with the scissors as a supreme last action. The couple then dies facing each other.<br /><br />In the epilogue of the film, the madman is revealed to have survived what happened to him in the basement, although he cannot walk properly. He is in a quiet forest where he respectfully buries the couple next to each other in a traditional Japanese way, leaving the scissors on their tombs as a symbol. The next scene shows him back in the same car he used to kidnap the couple, covering himself with lots of perfume to hide his skunk stench while a girl is walking by, and the screen cuts to black as he goes after his next victim and the screen films the doctor licking his lips... (Wiki)<br /><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------&nbsp; <br /><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Reviews:</b></span><br /><br /><span id="goog_1544928324"></span><span id="goog_1544928325"></span>"Grotesque does not deserve to be banned; it is a repulsive piece of horror but it also inspires an emotional attachment and provokes thought about the inner workings of a human mind subjected to a nature and nurture different from the norm. " (<a href="http://www.horror-extreme.com/asian-horror-movies/horror-reviews/grotesque-gurotesuku/">Horror Extreme</a>)<br /><br />“Grotesque” not only lives up to its title, but also to its billing as ‘the cruellest Japanese splatter movie ever’... Koji is a highly talented director who makes good use of his limited resources...〔he〕is easily one of the most interesting directors working in Japanese horror today. (<a href="http://www.beyondhollywood.com/grotesque-2009-movie-review/">Beyond Hollywood</a>) <br /><br />"'the spectacle of sadism' that so bothers the BBFC seems to be, at least in part, a cinematic metaphor for the twists and turns of a couple's journey from bodily lust to enduring love."(<a href="http://www.littlewhitelies.co.uk/features/articles/a-grotesque-ruling-6624">Little White Lies</a>) <br /><br />&nbsp;"Grotesque doesn't pretend to be something it isn't. There's not much of a story, no real plot to speak of and some of the material is plain old disgusting and offensive but it never once demands you consider this a serious filmmaking endeavor. There's no hidden meaning, no heroes, no retribution, no one single ounce of socially redeeming value and it wallows in it!" (<a href="http://voices.yahoo.com/movie-review-grotesque-2009-good-dates-end-in-7817890.html">Yahoo Movie Review</a>)<br /><br /><br />"There is some pontificating about evil and society and love but 'Grotesque' is essentially one long torture set piece...It’s hard to tell whether the filmmaker was in fact trying to say something or just push the boundaries of cinema." (<a href="http://www.fareastfilms.com/reviewsPage/Grotesque-2100.htm">Far East Films</a>)<br />&nbsp; <br />&nbsp; <br />------------------------------------------------<br />Source:<br />Wikipedia (<a href="http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%82%B0%E3%83%AD%E3%83%86%E3%82%B9%E3%82%AF_%282009%E5%B9%B4%E3%81%AE%E6%98%A0%E7%94%BB%29">Japanese</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grotesque_%282009_film%29">English)</a><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1352369/">IMDb </a><br /><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span><span style="color: magenta;">If you like this kind of extreme movies, I recommend you also watch:</span><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martyrs_%28film%29">Martyrs&nbsp;</a><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sal%C3%B2,_or_the_120_Days_of_Sodom">Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom</a><br /><br />Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-44206567427349635912014-05-09T09:00:00.000+08:002014-05-09T09:00:14.855+08:00Going to Bathroom at Night<span style="color: red;">Please do NOT copy/distribute my works without permission. Thank you.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: orange;">This is a cryptic story! </span><br /><br />When I go to the bathroom in the middle of night I don't turn on the lights, afraid that the brightness would make it hard to get back to sleep again. I've done it so many times that even in the pitch dark I can easily find my way. Often while in the dark I imagine what sort of things would scare me in a situation like this. For example, I imagine a pale face suddenly appearing out of the darkness.&nbsp; Yesterday too, I was thinking that wouldn't it be funny if I saw a long-haired woman hanging upside-down from the ceiling, and in my dopey state I fancied I actually saw such a figure and that scared me, but it was probably all just my wild imagination.<br /><br />However, it was right then that it went <i>clank! </i>and a sudden pain shot through my toe that I became breathless. It seemed my toe hit on something hard. Then I remembered that I had left a box of fruits, sent by my family, lying about on the floor. I managed to go to the bathroom, but even after I got back to bed the pain kept me wide awake. Next morning my neighbour said he heard a scream come from my place in the middle of the night. It must have been when I hit my toe on the box. I apologized to him. I was stupid not have turned on the lights. All my laziness got me was a pain, a sleepless night, and a proof to the neighbour that I'm a dumbass, screaming like a bitch in the middle of the night.... Saya Yominohttps://plus.google.com/107214302080784840884noreply@blogger.com30